Lyrics:
One, two, three, uhuh
Go Michael, go Michael
Go Lorenzo, go Lorenzo
Michael Franti, uh
Lorenzo Jovanotti (haha, yes my friend)
My friend
The Cast (in order of appearance [roughly]):
KING ARTHUR : Graham Chapman
PATSY : Terry Gilliam
GUARD #1 : Michael Palin
GUARD #2 : John Cleese
muhammad
sean price
saul williams
dahlak brathwaite
michael franti
gabriel teodros
joell ortiz
mike jones
mike shinoda from Linkin Park
I invoke
(Bring the beat in)
Big boy words like ""juvenile,"" baby
Twenty-six in Velcro shoes
Bold tattoo across your leg, baby
A picture of a child cartoon
people.
Anishinaabe, Michael gives you praise.
Words & music by Larry Long
Copyright Larry Long Publishing 1982 renewed 2023 BMI
the colors of the world should be
Loving each other wholeheartedly
Yes, it's all right
Take my message to your brother
And tell him twice
Spread the word
etched with proper diction
He found his bride on the isles and charmed her
And loved her like the heroes of fiction
Oh, Michael I will try
To do better by
when you're Tik Tok famous
Dear Adam
You have been a true patron since day one
Your appreciation of art goes beyond the average
No words can really
(Skit, Skyez on the track, woah)
Yeah-Nah (Yeah)
You know wassup, man
Aye, man, yeah
Village Michael Jackson shit (Yeah)
(Grrt, bow)
Yeah, slime
But none of these words seem right
I just wanted
To give something back to you
Gift to gift
Michael, michael picasso
Good night
Your future, your future I would tell to you
Your future you often have asked me
Your true love will die by your own right hand
And crazy man Michael
Within the fire and out upon the sea,
Crazy Man Michael was walking.
He met with a raven with eyes black as coals,
And shortly they were a-talking
Michael and Maria we can't wait to see your faces
We already miss you more than words can say
I know we're only separated from you by a thin veil
Your future, your future I would tell to you
Your future you often have asked me
Your true love will die by your own right hand
And crazy man Michael
Your future, your future I would tell to you
Your future you often have asked me
Your true love will die by your own right hand
And crazy man Michael
Michael's callin' me Rick, I have to go
If I get a word you'll definitely be the first to know
Well, on that night I felt really up tight
"Hello, Rick,
future, your future
i will tell to, your future
you often have asked of me
your true love will die
by your own right hand
and crazy man Michael
will cursed
But none of these words seem right
I just wanted
To give something back to you
Gift to gift
Michael, michael picasso
Good night
what? What? What?)
Other tenants who be praying they ain't the new neighbor (what? Say word, word)
Mr. Nigga, Nigga-Nigga (Nigga)
They try to play him
But none of these words seem right
I just wanted
To give something back to you
Gift to gift
Michael, michael picasso
Good night
heavy, and my vision blurred
Hella sweaty, and my words are slurred
Hit The Getty and I smoke a third
New Lamborghini parked out by the curb
What's on my
Let these words be your Earth and moon, you consume every message
As I lead this army, make room for mistakes and depression
And with that being said,
Heart break kid
Man, I feel like Shawn Michaels
I don't know what gives
Feels like I'm going psycho
Heart break kid
Man, I feel like Shawn Michaels
But I was alone
And I walked out alone
Surrounded by
Everyone else
And I stayed at the camp
Until it was over
Alone
Writing to Michael
Struggling
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